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I walk on paths that don't exist
I hear loud voices whisper
I see the face that isn't there
I wish for all the nothing
I feel your touch when you're not there
I taste the freezing rain
I look for that I cannot see
I breathe the poison air

I literally just just wrote this one. I didn't give it a name, 'cuz I couldn't think of one. I may give it one someday tho.
EDIT: I just gave it a name. Just kinda picked a line and used it for the title.

Get ready... there's quite a few poems this time. I like each of these a lot, and some of them rank among my favorite poems that I wrote.

Parting Gift

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I give to you know
The gift, wings to set you free
Though I may grieve
I shall never see
Your face, the light in your eyes
My soul cries out

You leave
Not out of betrayal
But of your empty heart
That longs for the home you have not
So I will weep, I will fall
But I will save you from this sadness
Take these wings
Use them to escape the dark
My heart may be torn
But I do what I must

Take my heart
This gift of our parting
Fly away, away
For the fufillment you seek
I stay here
The cast-off burden
Farewell, beloved one
Only silence I speak

Parting Gift has less structure than anything else I have ever written. I wrote purly from the heart on this one, and I've never changed the original.

Parting Gift II

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Words on a burning sheet of paper
A message to bring some hope
Unnatural seeds of sadness
She sheds tears for her lost home
Despairing she screams at the sky
A pathway back to her life
I silently watch the rainclouds
And see her face staring back

Lost without a home
In dying lands of pain
I fall heavily
Like frozen drops of rain

As darkened skies fade to nothing
The rainclouds unleash their wrath
And as the world drowns in evil
Arrogant, her demons laugh

Through the bleeding rain
She flies throughout the air
Safe, yet still she weeps
To wish away the pain

Parting Gift II is, indeed, the sequel to Parting Gift. I someday intend to create a third installment to the Parting Gift trilogy. I didn't want to merge the two existing ones into one poem, because I think that would mar the beauty of each poem a little.

K, this one is exceedingly dark, perhaps even more than Eyes of the Ghost or Fade. Just a warning.
The Voiceless Eve

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Alone, the daybreak watches
As the dim grey descends
Engulfing the world in darkness
Indifferent to the end
Falling, the unfortunate fate
A dark and endless death
Hungering for the void
Awaiting the voiceless dread

They try to scream
But they choke on their despair
The ageing eve
Lost the light that gave it strength
A tearful seed
Sheds its final tears for them

I wish I had more to say for this one, but this is just one I don't feel has a lot. I kinda forced this one, but its easily the best one I've ever forced. (I usually don't finish the ones I've forced.)

Sunderance

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The night whispers
As the sun creeps away
Lullabies for the sick
Medicine for the broken
I can't see you
But a faded silhouette
Beckons me to its side
Hungering for my pain

As broken giants feel the dark
Slipping in inside their hearts
Demons cry and angels sing
And the nothing becomes everything

My shortest poem, I think. I don't have a lot for this one either. This one wasn't forced, but it wasn't really all that heartfelt.

Well that's it! I've finally put up all my good poems that aren't about suicide! You've read my best works.

Anyways, by any chances is this poem supposed to be a song too? It certainly does give me that same aura that song lyrics gives me.

I can see that this is also a freeverse poem, correct? I do like poem itself, however something seems to irk me when I read it. It's like the flow isn't that great. And rhythm weren't all that noticeable. I do like the message though.

All in all, a good poem. I do look forward to reading the other ones soon.

I'm not really in the mood to criticize poetry or anything at the moment, but I bothered myself to review this first poem of yours. The others, maybe later when I have more time.

First off, a spelling error.

I believe 'roles' is supposed to be 'rolls'.

Anyways, by any chances is this poem supposed to be a song too? It certainly does give me that same aura that song lyrics gives me.

I can see that this is also a freeverse poem, correct? I do like poem itself, however something seems to irk me when I read it. It's like the flow isn't that great. And rhythm weren't all that noticeable. I do like the message though.

All in all, a good poem. I do look forward to reading the other ones soon.

Thanks for the feedback! I'll fix the spelling right away. Yeah almost all of my poems were originally designed to be songs, but only one of any of my songs were ever selected to be turned into a full length song, which I have yet to record. Yes, it is freeverse. As far as rythym and flow go, I'm still not really skilled them it yet. I started writing poetry not too long ago, and I've never really figured out rythym or flow. I usually just wing it on my poems. Eyes of the Ghost is an earlier poem for me, so I was definitley less experienced when I wrote it. Anyways, thanks again!

It's time for new poetry! YAY!
Anyways, these are two new poems I wrote. Each of these are a little... diferent then the others in terms of style. Especially The Willow.
So, without further ado... my new poems.Candlelight Breath

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A sudden gust of wind
Tears the paper from my hand
And I rush to find them
They land in the flames
I watch them burning
The final words you gave to me
Now I am left with nothing
The smallest flame takes away from me

Rage for the hour
Mourn remaining days
Candlelight, hated sight
I see your face no more

I wish away the sunlight
I turn away from night
I watch in empty silence
As flames engulf the world

The Willow Tree

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Leaves like teardrops
Reaching for the earth
Bound in one place
Watching life pass quickly by

A dawn, sky painted,
Waiting for the sun
To give away its generous light
To this unthankful tree

Freedom restricted by the earth
Sky waiting for rebirth
When lonely tidings come to pass
The willow withers away at last

When I wrote these, it had been a good long break from writing for me. In fact, I beleive In the Garden of the Burning Rose was the last one before The Willow Tree. When I finally picked up a pen again, I noticed my writing style had changed. Probably something to do with my overall mood lately. Things have been going strangely well, and I don't have the bleak despair that I used to write all the other poems here now. I guess you could call these sad still, but they're not the same as anything else here.

It's been quite a long month, friends. Many friends are gone now, lost beneath the waves or taken away from the very heart that kept them alive. These last two weeks have been especially dark for me, but we've all gotta move on, right? I find that writing can ease the pain from all the recent deaths I've experienced.
I tribute this to those who's lives have been cut tragically short while still in high school or younger, and to their families, whom I am sure are finding this much harder to deal with than me.

With Wings of Lead

Spoiler:

I saw the ravens weeping
Out in the freezing rain
The wind blew dry their tearful eyes
But soon they wept again
They flew on through the rainstorm
But lightning struck them down
It turned their wings of feathers
To cold and heavy lead

The pages turned, the candle burned
I could see through the dark
But can birds with their wings of lead
See any more than me?

Across the flowing meadow
A songbird found the earth
A whispered cry, yet still its eye
Stayed dry throughout the rain
Rain mixed the blood with ground, its heart
Beat violently at first
But winter's cold and lifeless touch
Brought death to the birds life

The pages turned, the candle burned
I could see through the dark
But can birds with their wings of lead
See any more than me?

This road leads nowhere
Still I wander on
Only to find myself
In a dead and wilted world
May this barren land
Decide my fate
The gray trees stand cold
As the dark night falls

This night gives me shelter
In return for precious life
The sky turns its cold eye
On me
Disease spreads through my mind
While night sucks away life
Warm me with your breath
Of fire

This road leads nowhere
Still I wander on
The chess piece falls

You know, I'm not sure how obvious this is for my readers, but a few of these poems, bleak as they may be, are actually love poems. The two Parting Gifts, Candlelight Breath, In Loving Memory, and now Breath of Fire are all despairing love notes. Actually, so is this next one..,

O Sweet Tormentor

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O sweet Tormentor
Mock me once again
O dear friends of mine
Show me love the only way you can
O beloved one
Stab me in the back
O sweet Tormentor
Bring me pain every way you can

O dark shadows' calm
Protect me from the world
O sweet bitterness
Take my soul for the life you give
Accursed blazing stars
Tear the night from me
O sour, mocking Sun
Torment my heart for all eternity

I've always been reluctant to post O Sweet Tormentor. I wrote it at the same time I wrote Eyes of the Ghost, and (since I do imagine my poems as people and individuals) O Sweet Tormentor has forever been Eyes of the Ghost's brother. However, I thought O Sweet was far too emotional and depressing to show anybody, so even though it is a love poem, I've never once shown it to anyone (especially not to the poem's subject. In fact I don't think that the poem's subject has ever read any of these).

I wrote a new poem today. Well, it's not a poem. More of a song, really. It went in a totally different direction than I had planned, but this ended up better. It'll be posted in parts, making it my longest continuous poem ever. This here is Part 1 - Realization. Never mind the sorta cheesy name.

Part 1 - Realization

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Spiraling downwards
We scream as we fall
Not knowing what lies far beneath
Like statues of faces
Long frozen in fear
Our voices ache from longing

How do I know when I can stop?
Like giving in without the loss
How long wilI still have to scream?
How long will I not have to see
What darkness lies benath?

Eyes searching frantic
Suddenly I can't see
As faces fade from memory
My shadow is moving
As I stand so still
And now I see what I've become

When can this aching someday end?
Must I go on without a friend?
Like dying, blissful memories
In sorrow, I don't want to see
What darkness lies beneath

Do mirrors laugh at what they show?
Does shattered glass fall down like snow?
How do I know if I'm asleep?
Is hatered slowly changing me?
The darkness lives in me

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